Carrie! Delfy! Come on!
Okay, let's hope we have enough juice left to start it.
Come on.
Oh, fuck. All right, all right. Let's just let it sit for a second.
Oh, don't. It'll lower your core temperature.
All right. Give me some of that.
That's what I thought. That's what I thought.
Crazy.
I understand a bunch of Cold War Russians killing each other over that box...
...but how did three Ph. D's get wrapped up in some shit like this?
It's this place. Try it again.
Come on, baby.
Yes.
Attention, the transport plane...
...will arrive at 0900 hours for anyone who is not staying on base for the winter.
Bag drag must be completed two hours prior to wheels up.
All gear, equipment...
- You need to get your hand checked out. - I will.
Failure to do so will result...
I'm gonna update my office and tell them what we found.
You're not listening to me, Bill.
Look, I've already got two bodies on my hands...
...and God knows what stolen from a Russian plane.
I know, it's a bad situation.
I wanna evac the base. No winter-overs.
Evac the base? I'm not sure we can do that.
- I have to call you back. - You're pulling everybody off the ice?
I can't take the chance of having my people stranded down here...
...with this guy running around. - Don't think I can do my job?
That's not what I said.
Any calls on Rubin?
No, but we've got his face out to all bases.
Fine, thanks.
Carrie.
Attention, all personnel:
The station manager has just informed me of a change in schedule.
Due to recent incidents, the base is going into lockdown...
...for the duration of the winter season.
This includes all international science teams.
Repeat, this is a mandatory...
All are required to depart on the plane.
What the hell?
- No one will be wintering over. - Carrie.
It's not that you aren't capable of handling this.
- I'm just trying to keep my people safe. - Sam, when I examined Weiss...
...his core wasn't frozen solid yet...
...so his body can only have been out in Haworth Mesa for a day, at most.
- Yeah? - So I'm searching the flight logs...
...to see which pilots were in the air hours before he was found. This is what I got.
Doesn't make any sense.
Sam, Weiss's body was thrown from a plane.
Whoever flew it is trying to cover their tracks. I gotta talk to the pilots.
Look, they're out evac'ing camps. We're wheels up in less than 20 hours.
Shit.
What happened to your hand?
I lost my glove.
Look, I'm gonna go to channel six. Radio me when the pilots come back.
- Take care of that hand, okay? - Please report any contact with...
Keeping these people safe is supposed to be my job.
He's wanted for questioning in connection with recent incidents...
...and is considered dangerous.
Repeat, please report any sightings of Michael Rubin to the station manager.
How long since you last slept?
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, my God.
You feel that?
- Report to the station manager's office... - No.
...for final checkout...
Now?
Nothing?
I'm gonna have to amputate these fingers.
- No. no way. - They're dead, Carrie.
If I don't do it now, infection will set in.
You'll lose your hand.
Sorry, kid.
I'm so sorry.
How ironic. Our last days here...
...and both of our jobs get so complicated.
Guess I'm your warm-up for when you get home.
You okay?
You're gonna practice back in Chicago, aren't you?
I'm just gonna go back and focus on my granddaughter.
Don't see kids down here too often. You forget what they're like.
And dogs.
Trees.
Still, there's a few things I'll miss.
Like what? The zero humidity? The color gray?
Winter '06, radio-darts championship.
We spanked Norway.
Yes, we did.
Two winters together, Doc.
It wasn't all bad.
Are you okay?
You're doing great, kid.
We're halfway there.
Thirty-two. Knots dropped down...
Knots dropped down...
Sixteen, 16...
Cloud cover is now at 10,000 feet.
Attention, South Pole:
The storm is now approximately only 500 miles from the station.
Please commence runway-clearance protocols...
...in anticipation of the transport planes arriving.
Will flight crews please begin clearing off the runway?
Shit. Fuck. Aah! Aah.
way in the next five hours.
Not now.
- Attention, all personnel: - I stopped by the clinic.
Doc told me.
Pretty tough marshal, huh?
Well, I don't know. You were pretty tough on me.
I needed to know if I could trust you.
Badge didn't do it, huh?
A badge is just a badge.
What happened to you, Carrie?
Why are you down here, really?
There was this case my partner and I were working.
Drug trafficker.
After months of work, we'd finally nailed this guy.
That was all you today.
Why don't you get some sleep? You earned it.
I was feeling so good.
I woke up, and I got this bad feeling.
Sorry, we woke you.
No, it's too hot to sleep.
But everything seemed fine.
- You wanna take over? - Sure, just give me a second.
Jack?
My first thought was for my partner. Was he hurt?
Emergency traffic, prisoner escape in progress.
He got away from us. My partner is down. Repeat...
Suddenly, I was in a nightmare.
You son of a bitch.
How much to let him escape?
- Carrie. - To let him kill me?
How much?
Hell of a lot.
Okay.
I know this is bad.
But listen to me.
Please.
Carrie.
I killed him.
He gave you no choice.
No.
But what I can't get away from is that...
...Jack had turned and I didn't have a clue.
And if I missed that, then maybe I just don't have it.
From what I've seen, you haven't missed a beat.
And if you've really given up on yourself...
...you would've turned your badge in a long time ago, but you haven't.
So you come down here in the worst marshal's post on the planet...
...to what?
Punish yourself.
Okay, well, you've done that.
But you're better than this, and I think you know that.
Let me help you.
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Carrie, do you copy?
- Yeah. - Rubin's just been spotted on the base.
- Where? - He just left the Science Building.
Great.
Updated weather tracking shows...
- that this is a Category 4 storm. - I'm right behind you.
I've been informed there are personnel securing their workstations.
You have only three hours to complete all work and winterize the science station.
Repeat, you have three hours. We're gonna cut it close, people, so please move it.
Rubin?
What happened out there?
I know about the plane.
Rubin, it's okay.
Talk to me.
We were out looking for meteor samples.
We'd found nothing for weeks.
And then, the radar went off the charts. We hit something big.
We debated what it could be.
We came back to base to report what we'd found.
That's when we heard the story about the lost Russian plane.
Instead of filing the report, we went back out there.
We blasted our way through the ice and found the plane...
...with that goddamn box.
- Aah! - Weiss tore up his leg getting into it.
He was losing a lot of blood.
We tried to stop the bleeding.
We were afraid to move him, so I radioed for help.
The plan was for him to call us when he got to Pole to let us know he was okay.
Mooney was right.
- He said we couldn't trust him. - Trust who? Who's after you?
Carrie?
Stop him! Somebody stop him!
Please, let me help you. Rubin.
Rubin, open the door.
Open the door. Rubin.
Help!
Wait. Wait. Wait. Help!
Help me! Help me!
Help me!
Carrie. It's okay, you got him. You got him.
I've already told you. My name is Russell Haden.
I'm an Australian citizen.
And I demand to speak with my consulate.
- He say anything more? - Same chorus.
For a guy who's going down for a triple homicide...
...I think you'd be interested in helping us out.
What did you find in that plane?
So, marshal.
Remember the strip search you owe me?
I reckon you'd be good for it now that you're missing a couple of parts.
Pryce.
Attention, all base personnel:
Good news. A transport plane has just landed.
Hey, hey, hey! You son of a bitch. Take your fucking hands off me.
- You got a foul mouth, mate. - I'm not your fucking mate, all right?
My name's Russell Haden. I'm an Australian citizen.
Let's see how cute you are with a few parts missing.
All right, all right, all right!
We know you flew out to 104 to help Weiss.
What did you do with the canisters, huh?
Where did you hide them?
They're in my gear. I hid them in my goddamn gear.
You crazy bitch.
Let's lock him up till we get him on the plane.
Come on! Move it, move it!
Let's go, people. Get on!
- All right. - Attention, everybody...
Yeah, all right!
- Asshole. - Shut up.
Storm's on our ass. We gotta get moving.
But we can't leave without those canisters.
- Fifteen minutes. That's all I can do. - I'll take it.
I'm gonna see if any of his bags made it to the transport.
Sam.
Thanks.
I'll see you on the plane.
All exterior doors will be locked according to winterize procedures.
Once you leave, you will not be able to reenter the station.
We've got a Category 5 storm bearing down on us. Move your ass, people.
Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. Shit.
Oh, God.
Delfy.
Whoa!
It's me.
I went looking for Doc. I couldn't find him.
Carrie.
Okay.
We need you in the Comm Center. Delfy's hurt bad.
- What happened? - He's been stabbed.
Be right there.
What the hell's going on?
- Haden's out. - What?
Yeah. Somehow, he escaped.
Carrie, give me some room.
Carrie, where the hell are you? Where's Doc?
- He's with us. We're still inside. - You gotta leave. The base is locking down.
We can't. Haden's loose. He tried to kill Delfy.
Oh, man.
Look, we're not gonna make it to the plane.
Carrie, listen to me. If we leave, you're stuck here all winter.
We know.
Good luck. Be careful.
All right. We gotta get him to the clinic. Help me.
Station-wide evacuation is in effect.
Repeat, station is now in emergency lockdown.
Haden's taken the keys to his plane. He's gonna try to beat the storm.
He's gone!
He's going back. He's gonna lock us out.
I'll check Operations. You check Building D.
Be careful.
Doc.
Doc!
Oh!
What are you doing?
Finding out what's inside. Don't you wanna know?
Well, not if it's radioactive, no.
Well, don't you think the Soviets would've put some kind of marking on it...
...if it were?
Yeah, sure. The mark would be on the cap.
But is it worth the risk?
What the...?
Well, unless Haden was smuggling radioactive jellybeans...
...then he has a partner.
- Yeah. - Who?
He must've gotten out on that plane.
Yeah, he must have.
Sour apple.
Sam, it must be on the transport.
I don't know what to tell you.
- We've searched everything. - You've searched all passengers?
Yeah. We found nothing suspicious.
It must be hidden on the base.
Are you sure everything on the manifest...
...made it onto the plane? - No, I'm not sure. We were so rushed.
- Do you have the manifest? - I can get it.
Yeah, fax it to me, Sam. Do it now.
So, what did he say?
They're still going through everything. He'll call me when they're done.
You must be pretty wiped out, huh?
Yeah, I'm gonna go clean up.
Come on, Sam.
Two-fifty-eight through 260, Science Building.
It's a fresh wound.
- Somebody must've treated him in the field. - Yeah.
And they were in a hurry.
Say the word, I'll bag the body, put it on a plane to McMurdo.
Let them sort it out. No big deal.
They're diamonds.
Purest, the most valuable.
They don't look like much till they're cut.
You don't have a granddaughter.
Do you?
I don't have anything.
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Twelve years at Northwestern, 20 years of private practice...
...and what the hell am I doing now? I'm down here treating...
...frostbite, hangover, whatever.
Those diamonds were under that ice for 50 years. Who's gonna miss them?
It was my chance to take back something of what they took from me.
From you?
How about what you took from them?
From me?
We were friends.
How's the hand?
It hurts.
Yeah, it will for some time.
And even though they're gone, you're gonna feel like they're there.
I gotta turn you in, Doc.
Yeah, I know that.
I never meant for anyone to get hurt.
But Haden was too greedy.
Hell, we all were.
The aurora australis is pretty special this time of year.
You haven't really watched it, have you?
No.
I'd like to see it one last time.
Okay.
You owe it to yourself to see it sometime.
It's a hell of a show.
Yeah.
I feel a spare coming on.
I guarantee you don't split those posts. This is sad. It's embarrassing.
- Has he broken a hundred yet? - Watch and learn.
Oh, so sad.
- I intimidate you, don't I? - Oh, yeah.
- Where are you going? - I gotta do the rounds.